Look at the blob you've turned me into. It's more likely that I'll see seven hundred pounds before I see middle age. I don't care what it does to my body. All I care about is getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter. Until I'm so huge and heavy that I'm weighed down by an ever-thickening layer of lard. My skin stretches tight over deepening layers of blubber, my breathing grows heavier as the weight pins me down more with each swallow, knowing I'm actively eating myself toward total immobility and the ultimate end, but the pleasure of it destroys any hesitation.
Eating Myself to the End
Look at the blob you've turned me into. It's more likely that I'll see seven hundred pounds before I see middle age. I don't care what it does to my body. All I care about is getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter. Until I'm so huge and heavy that I'm weighed down by an ever-thickening layer of...
Look at the blob you've turned me into. It's more likely that I'll see seven hundred pounds before I see middle age. I don't care what it does to my body. All I care about is getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter. Until I'm so huge and heavy that I'm weighed down by an ever-thickening layer of lard. My skin stretches tight over deepening layers of blubber, my breathing grows heavier as the weight pins me down more with each swallow, knowing I'm actively eating myself toward total immobility and the ultimate end, but the pleasure of it destroys any hesitation.
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